Chapter 8- Cleansing
After a few breaths of time, the cries in the hall died down and Ro-Dune came up to Adalhard with his head bowed.
"I have carried out the Bishop’s order."
Adalhard slowly turned around to look at the mutilated corpses of the people Ro-Dune once called friends.
"You made a wise choice to join our Church. As long as you make more contributions like this I and the Church will not mistreat you."
"Yes, Bishop!"
Adalhard then began walking toward the hall’s exit, stepping over the dead bodies and bloodied floor. Ro-Dune and the others who looked slightly injured followed close behind him.
As Adalhard exit the hall, a child suddenly ran up to him and said worriedly.
"Ah! Bishop Adalhard, did you injure your hand?"
"Hm? Oh, this? It’s not injured; I was just making hand paintings. Now head off to the temple, midday worship should be starting soon."
As Adalhard lied through his teeth, he raised his clearly bloodied hand and wiped a bit of the blood on the child’s nose playfully.
The child not knowing the reality of the situation giggled before running off to the temple.